|Can you see the stress in my eyes?|
*Aside* As a person who picks things, i.e. cuticles and scabs and what-not, chicken pox is the WORST thing you can possibly have. Hence the scarring.
Now, sixteen weeks pregnant and my body, instead of getting prepared with all the previous miscarriages and learning about handling stress in general, flips the blank out and wakes up my dormant inner-shingles virus. For real? So the nausea abates ever so slightly and now my back is on fire, so much so that I rub against the corner of the wall like a freaking bear in order to scratch it.
I can't wait to see what's next.